(Trying to parse out the answer is like ripping open a barely-scabbed wound. Remembering. Recalling what was once good, what remained good, what was eaten up by misery.)
Daniel pinches him and Louis bites him, a scrape of teeth along the jaw.
"I'm going to make you come until you can't," is decisive, indulgent. Attuned, maybe, to the silent flicker of thought in Daniel's head that wants more, and more, and more. A thought that Louis leans into, lets himself sink into it as he gives Daniel his thigh to rock against while they kiss. Murmurs, "And then wash you clean," into Daniel's mouth. "And see you sated, before I take you with me to coffin."
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How long since there was teasing, in Louis' bed?
(Trying to parse out the answer is like ripping open a barely-scabbed wound. Remembering. Recalling what was once good, what remained good, what was eaten up by misery.)
Daniel pinches him and Louis bites him, a scrape of teeth along the jaw.
"I'm going to make you come until you can't," is decisive, indulgent. Attuned, maybe, to the silent flicker of thought in Daniel's head that wants more, and more, and more. A thought that Louis leans into, lets himself sink into it as he gives Daniel his thigh to rock against while they kiss. Murmurs, "And then wash you clean," into Daniel's mouth. "And see you sated, before I take you with me to coffin."
Kick him out. Unlikely. Impossible.